Weekend @ My Brothers Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  9/22/2002

On his way to visit his brother, Sandy Sloane picks up his cousin Johnny Thrust who taunts him about being a virgin.

Arriving at their destination they let themselves into the house. Hearing noises from a downstairs bedroom, they peep in on a ménage a trois. Who these three guys are and what they are doing in the house is never explained, and since the sex is downright boring I also wonder why this scene is included in the film. The most attractive of them, Shane Lancourt, has a nice build and a beautiful hairy chest. If he ever achieved an erection in the scene it might have had more merit, but he seems as disinterested in the proceedings as I am. So I have nothing to do but wonder like The Sundance Kid, “Who are these guys?”

Oh, well. Sandy and Johnny are sharing the same bedroom and we know Sandy is going to lose his cherry. Both lie on the bed clad only in their boxers. Johnny watches a bit of TV; Sandy goes to sleep. Johnny finds Sandy’s cock sticking out of his boxers more interesting than anything he’s watching on TV (who wouldn’t) so he goes down on it. When Sandy awakens he returns the favor. Finally Johnny raises Sandy’s legs and thrusts home. They finish the fuck spoon-fashion. It’s not a bad scene despite the fact that Sandy is about as convincing a virgin as Elizabeth Taylor, but it doesn’t generate much heat. It’s pretty much fuck-by-numbers.

Dean O’Conner (ostensibly Sandy’s bro) arrives with a sweet young twink in tow. It’s twink on twink time. Sweetpie (I wish I knew who this cutie was, but unless one already knows the performers from other films no help is given here to identify anyone!) goes down on Dean and sucks and sucks and sucks for the longest time. Then they go into the bathroom where Dean sucks Sweetpie. Sweetpie’s erection is all of five inches. He’s a real boy toy. Adorable. They get in the shower where Dean teases Sweetpie and us by running his cock over the kid’s buns. Then fucks him. Both jack off. Dean keeps a blank face throughout the entire scene as though the whole sex thing is keeping him from his favorite game on Play Station 2. I also had to turn the sound off during the scene to keep from going bonkers as it was looping ad nausea. I kind of liked this music when it started, but when the same musical phrase repeats six zillion times, I start getting antsy. It didn’t help that this one was accompanied by a vocal that was either Chief Joseph lamenting the massacre of Wounded Knee or a wailing banshee bemoaning a lost love.

At the start of scene four Sandy is on the sofa talking to a childhood friend. The friend is wearing a stripped porkpie hat. Dean comes downstairs clad only in a towel. It is symptomatic of the care taken with this film that Dean addresses his brother as “Cousin”. Well, continuing the incestual theme, Sandy pulls off the towel and starts sucking his brother/cousin’s dick. Cut to: Dean blowing The Hat (yes, he’s wearing it although he’s stark naked otherwise) as The Hat blows Sandy. AND IT’S TIME TO TURN THE SOUND OFF AGAIN. (The actors make no noises during the sex, so you might as well stay sane.) Change to: Dean moving to suck Sandy who now sucks The Hat. (It’s the lazy porn director’s version of musical chairs—musical cocks.) Dean fucks Sandy who sucks—you guessed it—The Hat. Then The Hat fucks Sandy while Sandy sucks Dean. (The hat is a cute guy and if he wanted to leave it on while having sex, it would be OK with me.) The film concludes with three not very enthusiastic jackoffs.

This whole film was reminiscent of the early Nova films of twenty-five years ago. They too had a sound track over silent sex scenes. As a result this film seems old-fashioned. But those guys in the Nova films performed with gusto. The actors here perform with all the enthusiasm of a two-dollar whore. I loved director Sam Dixon’s Men at Work. It was fresh and fun. His direction here is careless and indifferent.

I bought this film because I have a thing for Dean O’Connor. I fell in lust with him when I first saw his layout in one of the twink-zines. I still like him in spite of the fact that he’s a lousy sex partner, and I’ll keep the film as a result. But if you aren’t a fan after his entire opus, then look for him elsewhere. The same applies to the other performers in this tired, derivative, lackluster mediocrity.